Far from our home
A victory ride on foreign ground
We fought for the win
And revel till the morning hour
Fill the night with singing
Drive away the ghosts of the day
Thank for the life that is given to us
Forget the horrors of the battle
Let the vessels clink yet
A toast to our deeds
To those who fell, the wayfaring souls
And the enemy who lost his life
Because the way is long
And the struggle is not over
But the day is done and the night is ours
And in her splendor, there we fete
And the fire is burning in our midst
And the beer is filling our vessels
In the land where victory awaits
Rest your souls and drink to the night